She sits alone in the room,
The radiance of the fire behind her;
Celebrating the silence,
Rejoicing in the peace.
Light's reflecting in her eyes,
As she looks at the city far away;
Her ears picking up sounds,
Of the blowing wind.
Closing those twinkling eyes,
She breathes the scent of life;
And feels the warm air,
Kissing her glowing cheeks.
Turning away she now faces,
The room with its decors;
And opens her eyes,
Blue orbs looking around.
With a scrambling mind,
She looks at the fire;
And all she sees are the dying embers,
In the place of a flame that could be.
The flame inside her resembles the one outside,
Burnt down to ashes of hopelessness;
Her eyes though are still alight,
The dying flames reflecting in her ever shining balls.
Slowly she walks to the chair,
Climbing upon it she looks at the burnt coals;
Averting her eyes for a final look at the city lights,
As she puts the loop around her neck.
Her lucid eyes glittering,
The ultimate gleam now visible in them;
She kicks down the chair,
The light finally leaving her eyes.